His Despair
She was sitting on the floor playing with her doll, I swallowed the lump in my throat while looking down at her with tears rolling in my eyes.
We were sitting in the living room with the April's reports laying on the coffee table, Mr. Thomas was sitting on the opposite couch.
"Her vocabulary is extremely weak... she was only taught to say her name... Yes, No, and remaining things were only gestures... they made her respond to only their command... she was not taught to respond to any other person... for her age, she's too weak, Miss Ellis," he said while lowering his head, my eyes moved to his hands, they were fisted in anger.
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